The electricity will be out all day today. I’m writing this on a plastic chair outside, on a fully charged laptop, watching the kids build a fort beneath the slide. I’m not sure how long it will last…. I’ve already been interrupted twice for urgent emergencies (“The cat wants to go inside!” “We need bananas right now!”). My main concern with the lack of electricity is that I won’t get to have my second cup of coffee. Hum. Having an excuse not to do laundry or check my email hasn’t phased me (yet), but for some reason, the thought of not being able to sip coffee after lunch has made me sigh more than once.
The first thing we did after breakfast was head for the lake. It’s a short walk, but a beautiful one. Mia wanted to be in every picture and kept climbing rocks that were just perfect (her words) for snapshots. She is a little mountain goat, she really is. My favourite pictures were the ones with raindrops still glimmering on leaves and petals, catching the early-morning sunlight.
Last night the rain finally came down, for real this time. It fell hard. When I went for a drive to get the baby to nap this morning, I saw that patches of the road were strewn with debris and garbage, brought down by mudslides.
Having the kids at home all day is good and hard, in equal measures. There are tantrums when I take a minute to wash some dishes or brush my teeth. There is frustration over the smallest things, like sticking little feet into little shoes. But being home together opens up opportunities for learning that otherwise wouldn’t happen. Like learning that you don’t need anybody’s help to paste stars onto paper (Mia) or that you need to share the ball even when you don’t want to (Anina). And some lessons for mama, too – I’ve learned that the hour or so of peaceful playing outside is well worth the muddy clothes. Alleluia.
I’ve been thinking today about this blog, and the shape it’s taken since its inception 5 months or so ago. When I first started blogging, I really dug my heels into it and researched the best ways to increase traffic, write posts that quickly grab the attention of fast-paced, otherwise uninterested readers, and so on. I wrote about 4 tips for this, 4 tips for that because people like tips. We like to know how other people do things, and if those things are broken down into 1-2-3-4, then they become digestible.
I’ve recently decided to throw all of that out the window. Because you know what? I just want to write about our days. I want to squat down and focus on raindrops, and maybe learn a thing or two about photography. My favourite blogs are not the ones stocked with bullet points for easy reading, they’re not dedicated to tips or how-to content. They’re heartfelt. And that’s what I want my own blog to be.
In a way, it’s refreshing not to have the constant draw of the internet within reach. It really is a force onto itself. I’ve also been thinking a lot about revving into work mode in order to realize a few important goals that have popped up on the horizon. In my case, working more means more screen time. I know my season for hunkering down in front of the computer and making a bit of money will come. But for now I’ll put the laptop away, kick off my shoes and say yes to it all – the walks, the muddy clothes, the tantrums. It’s a beautiful day, and there are mudpies waiting to be made.